They are made dark by melting ice and rise with melting snow.
As heat and dryness quickly melt the snow, so the grave quickly takes away the sinners.
“Have you ever gone into the storehouse of the snow or seen the storehouses for hail,
Who is the mother of the ice? Who gives birth to the frost from the sky
But my brothers cannot be counted on. They are like streams that do not always flow, streams that sometimes run over.
But they stop flowing in the dry season; they disappear when it is hot.
Then he gives a command, and it melts. He sends the breezes, and the waters flow.
